When the pain feels like pleasure and you want your heart to ache some more.
When you want to cry your heart out yet you decide to ignore.
When it gets hard to breathe feeling confined in those desperate thoughts.
When all you thought was tying heart to heart knots.
When times were so you felt dreamy and delirious.
When you realised you were only being needy and oblivious.
When you loved so much to give away the hate.
When you closed your eyes feeling tired enough to wait.
When the world was spinning but only one picture stood still.
When he held her hands yet against your will.
When you died a million times inside your mind.
When your soul wanted love, the hopeless kind.
When his happiness gave you a purpose to shine.
When in parellel universe you confessed him, “you are mine.”
We happen to make lot of moments and lot of moments happen to make us. We create our own world. The satisfying world, wherein everything is according to what you desire. Everybody has their own world and their so called comfort zone and we don’t go beyond our comfort zone to do stuff because we are scared and nervous and insecured of that our emotions are too fragile and we can get heart broken anytime if someone pulls our weak string.
Why are we so weak or just say high on emotions all the time? Maybe because the way we look at the world is not the same way as the world look back at us.
Yes, we happen to make lot of moments.. better. But not necessarily that lot of other moments happen to make us better. Everybody doesn’t act accordingly keeping in mind our satisfying world. They have their own. They do what they feel is correct. The world contradicts, and often that we meet people with contradicting world. So, many has to accommodate to keep up with the relationship and the social life and many has to compromise. And when this phase starts where you compromise with your emotions, with the theory of your satisfying world is the day you lose your power to make moments. That is when the moments make you..worst or best its all subjective. You enter into someone else’s world, which contradicts with yours and you know its not easy but you still do it. Because you are too cautious to break their heart without even taking a look at your already broken heart. You live for others..
The motive, the satisfaction, the emotions all gets compromised.. for others. And that is what our parents do. They live for us. They forget their identities and try to adapt or rather compromise. We often forget that when they get something for us even they need something in return. They never say but they do expect. Its never too late to be a good person. They don’t expect us to be perfect, they want us to be happy. Our happiness should be in their happiness just as theirs rely on ours.
In this story,
I am the poet❤
And you are the poetry.💔